_________________I would eat Dr. Cow pocket cheese in a second. I would eat it if you hid it under your hat, or in your backpack, but not if it was in your shoe. That's where I draw the line. -allularpunk

My favorite sport in the world to watch is BART surfing, where shiitake faced people attempt to stay standing on the BART (a very lurchy commuter train).

I take a bus that goes for about an hour with no stops two days a week. The other day a busker got on and proceeded to play really, really bad bowdlerizations of famous songs with the lyrics all changed to things about mother earth and protecting the planet. After holding us captive for an hour, she told us all loudly how we owed her money for enjoying her music during the ride. It was awe-inspiring.

I like to watch Subway Surfing too! It's always the tourists/subway noobs that take their sweet time looking for a handhold or sitting down, and when the train starts moving, they inevitably go flying.

I take a bus that goes for about an hour with no stops two days a week. The other day a busker got on and proceeded to play really, really bad bowdlerizations of famous songs with the lyrics all changed to things about mother earth and protecting the planet. After holding us captive for an hour, she told us all loudly how we owed her money for enjoying her music during the ride. It was awe-inspiring.

Sometimes I complain about commuting by car and then I remember it could be so much worse, especially for a grouch like me! Bad traffic is the pits but it would be so much worse to have a butt in my face or have to listen to someone evangelize!

Aisle seat snobs are the bane of my existence. They are an ongoing pet peeve of mine.

I especially hate when you try to get in or out of the window seat next to them (after braving the withering look you get for even daring to ask to sit there), they actively refuse to get up to let you pass, instead just drawing their legs together, as if I, my asparagus, and my bag are all going fit through the 5 inch space between their knees and the seat in front of them. In situations like that, I feel no remorse whatsoever when they get a facefull of my backpack and/or butt as I'm trying to squeeze past them.

_________________I ate the shiitake out of inappropriateness. - Hollie

Aisle seat snobs are the bane of my existence. They are an ongoing pet peeve of mine.

I especially hate when you try to get in or out of the window seat next to them (after braving the withering look you get for even daring to ask to sit there), they actively refuse to get up to let you pass, instead just drawing their legs together, as if I, my asparagus, and my bag are all going fit through the 5 inch space between their knees and the seat in front of them. In situations like that, I feel no remorse whatsoever when they get a facefull of my backpack and/or butt as I'm trying to squeeze past them.

Aisle seat snobs are the bane of my existence. They are an ongoing pet peeve of mine.

I especially hate when you try to get in or out of the window seat next to them (after braving the withering look you get for even daring to ask to sit there), they actively refuse to get up to let you pass, instead just drawing their legs together, as if I, my asparagus, and my bag are all going fit through the 5 inch space between their knees and the seat in front of them. In situations like that, I feel no remorse whatsoever when they get a facefull of my backpack and/or butt as I'm trying to squeeze past them.

YES! And this always happens on the express train that is packed!

This annoys me soooo much! I usually go out of my way to make sure my bag and/or my butt annoys them as I try to squeeze past.

_________________I like my bagels like I like my men - big and covered with earth balance & nooch. - Bunniee

Aisle seat snobs are the bane of my existence. They are an ongoing pet peeve of mine.

I especially hate when you try to get in or out of the window seat next to them (after braving the withering look you get for even daring to ask to sit there), they actively refuse to get up to let you pass, instead just drawing their legs together, as if I, my asparagus, and my bag are all going fit through the 5 inch space between their knees and the seat in front of them. In situations like that, I feel no remorse whatsoever when they get a facefull of my backpack and/or butt as I'm trying to squeeze past them.

I'd rather stand than deal with that. In fact, I'd rather stand than be stuck sitting next to anybody. Not particularly fond of having strangers touch me. And you never know when some ginormous guy might try to squeeze in next to you.